Watched two idiots chase each other outside the theater for 5 minutes.

Hello everyone! It's my 80th post. Where does all the time go? Anyway, ready? Here we go!

For composition I'm researching gay rights as my opinion piece. So far, I've been incredibly pissed off. I'm completely for gay rights and it was a huge wake up call for me to read how idiotic some people can be. I was infuriated in class and I kept voicing what some of these people were saying about people. It's horrible! Gay rights and civil rights are one in the same. C'mon, people! Just because they're gay doesn't mean they're less of a person! There was one author that I ranted about all day. He talked about how gays don't have any morals and that they were ruining the 'kinship system' and that if gays were allowed to marry, it would be THE WORST THING TO EVER EXIST. OH BOY. It really effects you, doesn't it? You're going to die if they get rights, right? He said that gays don't have any rules about incest etc. I guess he thinks that all gays are horrible people and they're all going to burn in hell. Right. Yeah. I believe that. Pfft!

Anyhoo, I was fuming over this! Why do people use the Bible in this way? They say, "OH, GAY MARRIAGE CAN'T BE ALLOWED. OH NO. OH NO." But yet, they do other stuff the Bible doesn't allow. You know like, divorce, and eating shrimp. Hypocrites!

GAHHH!

Needless to say, some people in the class thought my reaction was funny.

Dani thinks that Mr. Hosbond is going to think I'm a lesbian.

Hahaha. Good times. Anyway.

After musical theatre tryouts, Ashley and I went to Burger King and had a whopper.

Speaking of musical theatre, Dani didn't try out this year. She was panicked all day and was even tearing up during band. It didn't help that a certain dickhead (pardon my language), told her that musical theatre was the WORST THING EVER and that he HATED HIS GROUPS.

Ha. He's been in my musical theatre group for the past two years.

I'm sooo sorry.

He thinks he's hot shit and I can't stand it. Seriously? GET A LITTLE HUMBLE. GAH.

Tuesday. I think I must sweat some sort of acid from my skin. I turn the clothes I sleep in funny colors. My pillow is weird too. (I wash the stuff frequently, so don't think I'm dirty or anything.) It's just weird...

Dani donated blood after school on Tuesday. Then we watched a Bleach movie. We also screamed when it stopped at 92:40. Or so. Something like that. Our website crashed. Hmph!

We didn't have school Wednesday so I went out to eat with Mom and Dorian at La Hacienda. Then we ate at George's for supper. (My dad was at a medical conference, so we wanted to eat out a bunch since he was too.)

Math on Thursday was rather funny. I was in a group with people who had disorders. I have OCD. The other girl was Bipolar. Finally, the last one had a learning disorder. I counted ceiling tiles while the girl with the learning disorder mumbled to herself while reading our stupid packet. The bipolar girl laughed and then became angry, then laughed again. Oh, it was great.

Friday was the artwalk. I went with my mom and dad since Ashley was working and Dani was at a church thing. We toured the Carnegie Museum. (Out of 1600 museums made, ours was the first made by Andrew Carnegie! Ours was the primera! So exciting!) I almost, kind of, sort of want to work in a museum someday. That would be exciting.

Mom, Dad, and I went to Torino's after that.

I cleaned the house on Saturday. Have you ever cleaned to O Fortuna? It makes every little swipe of the duster seem EPIC. Try it sometime!

I want to prolong Bleach as long as possible, so I took a break from it yesterday after watching 5 episodes or so. (I'm on 230 now.) I started watching Code Geass. It's basically a YAY JAPANESE PRIDE thing. NATIONALISM. But it's really good. Or, at least, I'm enjoying the first few episodes. It's about how Britannia (labeled on the U.S.) took over Japan and how they gave it a number. (11) Some Japanese people are infuriated and rebelling years later and there's this Britannian kid that doesn't like what Britannia is doing to the 11's. (It's pretty much a genocide. Wow, everything relates back to Contemporary World Issues. I'm so glad that I can use that class for Japanese anime series.)

Anyhoo, it's good so far. I'm enjoying it.

I woke up today and went to church. It's absolutely beautiful out. 70 degree weather...ahhh. I drove around in the golf cart after church with Dorian. Then I tried to sleep because I haven't been feeling the best.

I went to Bible study with a headache. That cleared up though... Oh yes, I was also able to bring up Contemporary World Issues in my Bible study. Twice! Yeah, I mentioned something about brothels and people laughed. Then I talked about some genocide stuff. I don't know how we got onto these topics, but I love being able to bring something to the conversation.

Well, I'm here typing this to you.

Question of the Week: Have you been sick yet this year? (Cold, flu, sore throat?)

Have a great week.

My whole Bio class was yelling and cheering for the caribou. Even Fin was cheering in German. It was a bonding experience.

Hello everyone! It's Sunday and I've had a busy weekend. Ready? Here we go!

I woke up early to get to High Society on Monday.

I actually made contact with a volleyball during P.E. It hit my foot. Oh well, it's a start.

Then I had a Quill meeting after practice.

(Sorry, I'm yawning. I don't know how good this post will be. I'm extremely tired.)

Dorian was sick on Tuesday. Ashley and Dani were gone at a chorus thing all day. Bla bla bla...

I slouched around the court during volleyball on Wednesday. I swung my limbs around a bunch and didn't touch the ball at all. (Thank goodness! It was our last day of volleyball.)

Nothing really happened Thursday.

There was this 'Wall of Honor' ceremony/assembly thing Friday. I was restless and spent most of the assembly counting ceiling tiles and moving around in my seat.

That evening was the play and it went WONDERFULLY! The cast laughed and laughed. It was an awesome feeling.

I went with Ashley to Ottumwa on Saturday. She wanted to get her hair cut. I ended up buying a chicken hat for Bean. He's adorable. That was the best $3.75 that I have ever used. Later that day was the play. Three or so of the foreign exchange students watched it. (At the end of the play, the cast comes out and tells the audience to sing with them.) I stayed true to my character and I threatened them with my cane and told them to sing.

They did. I applauded them at the end.

This morning I woke up and saw the time. I heard my parents downstairs getting ready. I was surprised. I thought they should be a church already. I got ready and walked downstairs with my hair wet and comfy clothes on. My parents looked at me and asked, "Are you going to church?"

I stared at them, "Church is already over."

"Did you not forget to set your clock?" My mom started laughing as my face went into an '0' of astonishment.

Whoops. My bad.

I went to church looking like crap, but hey, I went.

While I was sitting in church, I saw a little girl reading manga. I approve of the way she's living her life. Good job. (YAY!)

I ate a whopper for lunch and it was DELICIOUS.

After that I had the last performance for the play. It went well and I enjoyed it.

(Apparently, I make a good, cranky old lady.)

Despite being a huge set, strike went rather quickly.

Before I knew it, I was leaving for home.

Well, everyone... First quarter is over. Halloween has passed and soon the other major holidays will come and go. I'm excited. This is my favorite time of year. Speech team is staring and allstate is done. I can finally kick back and relax. Life has never looked sweeter. (Take that back, the beginning of summer vacation is pretty dang sweet.)

Of course, I have High Society and Jazz Choir, but at least it isn't everyday.

Soon it will snow...

Soon it will melt...

Soon. Soon. Soon.

Question of the Week: What is your favorite animal? (Yes, I realize we aren't in kidnergarten.)

Have a great week.

That video makes you seem like a total psychopath. I love it a great deal. It's my favorite thing ever. I'm in love with you.

Hello everyone! It's Sunday again! I have a decent amount of things to talk to you about. Ready? Here we go!

Nothing much happened Monday. I pieced together the rest of a video I was making and put it on youtube. If you want to look it up, just go to youtube.com and search purplecoconut1. (That's my username. The video is a response video to a dancing contest.)

Nothing happened Tuesday.

During play practice on Wednesday, we watched a video of ourselves.

Thursday was Dorian's birthday. She turned 14. I don't want her to get her permit. That's just scary. I had to play volleyball on Thursday in P.E. I hate volleyball so much. It's not even funny. I flinch and scream and run away from it. Yeah, I'm one of those kids that everyone gets annoyed with because I'm scared of the ball. They always yell out and say, "IT'S NOT GOING TO HURT YOU."

OH YEAH? Say that to the red marks on your arms! Hitting the ball hurts!

After school Ashley and I were sitting in the computer lab and I looked at the clock. I stood up and remarked, "We should be getting to practice."

A guy sitting behind us said, "Practice? What practice are you going to?" It was a chubby freshmen boy with dark brown hair with a patch of blonde on the side.

I shrugged, "Play practice. We don't play sports."

He then began laughing and nudging his friends, "Play practice?! I once auditioned for a play. They told me I wasn't play material." More laughter and nudges.

Uh. That wasn't remotely funny.

Ashley nodded and said something around the lines of, "That's apparent."

He then went on to say, "Go have fun." and continued to laugh.

Ashley and I left the library. As we shut the door, Ashley flipped him off.

What a dick face. I believe his name is Tyler Cooksie. Or whatever. He's number 60 on the freshmen football team. He is apparently a complete asshole. (Sorry about the language.) I was talking to my fellow cast members and Shannon really dislikes him.

I wonder why all these sport kids have to make fun of those in the arts? Seriously? What's wrong with you? Maybe they were hit too many times in the head with a ball.

GAH. I suppose we can be a little stereotypical too. Theatre kids are smart, right? At least most of them are. How many jocks are? Not that many. Maybe that's why we didn't understand Tyler's stupid joke about play material.

I went to band on Friday. We had our last home game. It was quite cold out, but I loved it. I love the icy, biting wind. This is truly one of my favorite times of year. I drove home with Japanese music playing and my windows and sunroof open. It was awesome.

I woke up early the next morning to get to school to try out for allstate. My group was amazing this year. I had Max, Evan, and Lindsey with me. We auditioned well and had a group hug following the audition.

Lindsey and I weren't recalled. We didn't make it into allstate.

Evan and Max were.

I'm so very, very happy for them.

I'm happy for everyone who made it!

I cried for a bit in the beginning, because I believe that this was going to be my year. I eventually brushed it off and hoped for the others. When I heard that they got in, I danced around my room and laughed.

Then I went to a haunted trail with Spencer, Olivia, and Shelbie. Standing in line was definitely the best part.

We stalked around in the mud and I screamed over every little thing.

There was a guy dressed up. He looked like an extremely tall jawa from Star Wars. I shouted, "IT'S A JAWA!" However, no one seemed to understand. DARN YOU.

This morning I slept in. Then I ate lunch and went to a jazz choir rehearsal. Oh yeah, by the way, I got into Jazz Choir and High Society. During the middle of a song, Mrs. Keller stops and stands up and says, "I want pizza. Let's order some."

I was shocked, but hey, I guess anything goes in Jazz Choir. Ahh, definitely a fun practice.

Well, anyhoo, I'm back now and just typing. This upcoming week I have the play. I'm ready for it to be over. Well. A huge chunk of work and worry has fallen away. No more marching band, no more allstate practice.

These will be replaced by new things. Oh well. That's how life goes.

(I'm so excited for the holidays!)

Question of the Week: What holiday are you looking forward to?

Have a great week.

Sometimes I wish I was from Hungary, so when I become famous they will call me the Hungarian heartthrob.

Hello everyone! It's Sunday, so that means it's time to post! Ready? Here we go!

Remember how I was talking about Jazz Choir and not being recalled? Well, apparently they FORGOT to give me my paper. I was at play practice one night and they handed it to me. THANKS A BUNCH. I was really confused! Why wouldn't I get one? That explains it.

Tuesday was the press review for the play. It went wonderfully. Shannon and I received glowing reports in the newspaper. They said that we 'stole the show'. It made me incredibly happy. (I have issues with acting. I never think that I'm any good. It's just so hard to tell. If you can sing, you can sing. If you can draw, you can draw. Acting doesn't seem to be so definite.)

I found out Wednesday that I have conjunctivitis. I call it the EYE PLAGUE. I walked around stage with my eyes closed during practice because it itched so bad.

I wandered around most of Thursday with my eyes half shut.

Friday was supposed to be the play, but it was canceled because of sickness in the cast members. It's been moved back two weeks. The only thing is, one of our cast members is moving next weekend. He won't be here for the play. We have to find a new person to play the part. Not good, not good.

I'm sad and I'm also glad. I'm sad that he won't be able to do it, but I'm glad that I won't have to put on a bucket load of eye makeup. It would make the EYE PLAGUE go insane. However, now I can't go to any Halloween parties because of the new play dates. Plus, speech team has been moved back two weeks, which stinks like old llamas. Not to mention we now have two more weeks of practice. Ew.

Ashley and I had a lot of fun Friday night. We drove around and listening to 90's music. Yeah, we were reminiscing. WE'RE ANCIENT. We drove home after watching a guy get caught stealing. We cheered for the police. (Aaron Carter was playing on the stereo in the background. What a good night.)

I woke up early Saturday to go to Knox College and watch Ryan play ultimate frisbee.

It was hilarious. Cold, but hilarious.

One of their team chants were, "O-R-G-Y! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? TEAMWORK!"

There was also something called 'raptor frisbee'. The teams ran around with their arms in their shirts to make their arms like raptors. They made raptor noises and I saw a guy make an amazing catch with raptor arms. He leaped for the frisbee then hit the ground and rolled for about five rotations. It was legendary.

I went home and watched a Bleach movie with Dani at her grandparent's house. That was quite a bit of fun.

This morning I woke up and went to church. After that, I went with Dani and Ashley to Ottumwa. It was a delightful day. Dani got a new fish and Ashley got a new coat.

Gah, I'm so tired lately. Maybe you can tell that in the stiff way I write. I'm just tired...

I wake up in the morning and all I think about is sleeping later that night.

The only thing I want to do with my life right now is learn Japanese. Yeah, I know that might seem a little random.

I'm tired of hearing people talk about college and I'm tired of being lectured. I'm tired of doing stuff. I'm tired of being involved.

I'm just exhausted all the time now.

Bah. Yeah, I sound whiny and lame...

Oh well...I have fun and all during certain times, but other times, I feel like I could lay down and sleep for a hundred years.

This will be a short blog post, I suppose.

Question of the Week: What decade would you like to have lived in or relive in?

Have a great week.

Anybody want a cat? If she doesn't shut up, I'm going to break into the gun closet and shoot her down.

Hey everyone! I can't believe that this is my 76th post. The time goes by fast, eh? Well, I don't know how much I'll be able to say tonight because I'm a little rushed for time. (I really want to watch Wolverine.) There won't be any pictures this week. Ready? Here we go!

I was attacked Monday with a flu shot at the dinner table. I've never had the flu before. Why my parents suddenly decided to give me one, I'll never know. Anyhoo, my dad pulls out the shot and tells me I'm getting one. After they stuck that horrid thing in my arm, the syringe chilled out on our table till breakfast the next day. Weird.

Nothing happened Tuesday. We didn't even have marching band. Therefore, there's nothing really to tell you. I love those type of days though. I spend my evenings watching Bleach, an anime show, after play practice.

That night I had a dream that I was a married man that left his pregnant wife to go wandering for a year. I took with me a sleigh and Clydesdale horses. Then I came back a year later to find that my wife was getting remarried. She refused to speak with me. (I don't blame her, I was a dickhead in that dream. Excuse the language.) I went and lived with a kindly old lady who had a well kept front yard. I let my Clydesdale horses go and hung out with a wolf pack for awhile.

I don't know why I was a married man. I'm quite happy being female and straight. (AHH, DANI AND ASHLEY ARE MY LOVERS FOREVER. Inside joke.) Who knows?

I came to school on Wednesday and witnessed two FFA hick guys working on a car engine while listening to romantic country music. I giggled to myself and walked into the school. Only in Iowa.

There were a lot of sick kids Thursday. I was tired all day.

Friday was a football game.

I had to get up early on Saturday and be at the school at 7:40 am for a quartet thing. We went to Burlington and sang. It was fun, I suppose. I came home around 1:30 pm or so. It wasn't an all day thing, thank goodness. I watched Bleach the rest of the day. I am one productive kid.

I got up this morning and went to church. After that I went to some scenic fall drive with Mom, Dad, and Dorian. I tried out for High Society after that. Then I got home and started to talk to you.

It seems that everyone and their dog got recalled for Jazz Choir. Everyone except me. That little fact confused a heck of a lot of people. I was recalled last year and I'm not exactly a bad singer. Jeez, I don't get it. Why was I not recalled? I wondered if I had already gotten in, but Shannon said she was recalled. Shannon is a goddess of music. Shannon will get in Jazz Choir. That's all I can say. I'm obviously not getting in.

I stunk at High Society auditions.

You know what? BAH. I'll live if I don't get in. Like I've said before, I'm a lazy bastard. I don't mind not getting in something. (My language is horrid today.)

I'll just do something else or have my brains ooze out.

Question of the Week: Was there ever something you want to get in really bad, but didn't? Or did you not want to get in and you did?

Have a great week.

Wearing red heels tomorrow for attracting male pigeons. Will record results.

Hello everyone! I'm saddened that this weekend has gone by so fast. Oh well. Ready? Here we go!

I believe I left off last week talking about how my family and I went to Ottumwa to eat at Applebees for my mom's birthday dinner.

Monday was extremely cold. I can't believe how fast the weather has changed. After school and play practice, I had to sing the National Anthem for a basketball game. Then I went and ate a whopper with my parents.

Nothing really happened on Tuesday.

I didn't feel the best on Wednesday.

I hit my head on a lot of things on Thursday. It also hurt to breathe for awhile. Chest pain, you know?

Friday was the artwalk. Ashley and I went for an hour, became bored, and left. We ate whoppers at Burger King, then stalked around Wal Mart. We then visited Dani's house. Dani wasn't there so we ate smores with her parents.

GAH. I LOVE MY FRIEND'S PARENTS. THEY'RE SO MUCH FUN!

I really, really didn't want to go to marching band on Saturday. It was cold and sprinkling. It really wasn't a good day to have a competition. The competition was moved from Davis County to Pella. I mentioned it last year, but I really hate Pella.

Pella, excuse me, is the lord of marching band. I wouldn't resent them so much if they didn't act like pompous assholes. (Sorry about the language.) Every single time they win something they just up and yell loudly.

"BEST DRUM MAJOR: ...PELLA." "YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"1st PLACE: ...PELLA." YAYYYYYYYYY! Let's jump up and down like we didn't expect that!"

"BEST COLOR GUARD: ...PELLA." "NO WAY. YAYYYYYYY!"

Etc., etc., etc.

The big difference between Pella and Fairfield is that we don't care about marching band. Honestly? Pranav couldn't have voiced it better to a girl from Pella who was blabbing on about her band vs. ours.

I got back late and went to bed immediately.

I woke up this morning at 10:20 am. I was extremely upset when I saw the time. Church started at 10:30 am. No one had bothered to wake me up. I started crying because I really enjoy church. (For all of you people that don't care about church and stuff, I guess you can skip my reasonings and my thoughts about this.)

The family time after church is nice as well. (We always go out to eat.)

Whenever I'm in church, I feel peaceful. Something loosens in my chest and I feel happy and content. Yeah, some people think that this is weak and some people don't like to depend on anything but themselves, but I need church. I desperately need God in my life. I'm a happier person when he's with me.

You may not think he exists or you may have turned against him and blamed him for the world's problems, but I need him.

God doesn't pretend that our problems don't exist. He doesn't cause them. He loves us so much he let's us choose. He lets us choose how we live our life and what we want to believe in. People can choose good or bad things. Wars are started, governments are corrupt... Yeah, there are natural disasters, but that's not God's fault. If anything, it's the devil's or just plain nature. Life happens, ok? You shouldn't be angry at him for everything. I guess you can be if you want to be, but I've learned otherwise.

By thanking him for my world and my life and the people around me, I am a happier person than what I used to be. Middle school years were fascinating. I went to church because it was required of me. Ever since I started praying more and talking to God more, he's been in my life more and now I want to go to church. It's better for me.

Some of you must think I'm brainwashed.

God and I are tight, yo.

Yeah, this is out of character for me. I usually don't discuss my faith this openly. I guess it's because a lot of people around me don't believe the same thing. I feel awkward if I try. I wanted to clear up why I was upset about church this morning.

However, though I woke up late and laid in bed crying for 20 minutes because I was upset, I received a text from Dorian: Church hasn't started yet, meeting ran late.

I jumped out of bed, got dressed quickly and went to church.

I feel like God wanted me there. He knew I was saddened because I was missing church, so a meeting ran late. I hit all of the green lights and made it to church.

I don't believe in coincidence.

After church I went out to eat with my family. We ate at KFC.

I went home and later that afternoon I bought some Star Wars playing deck cards. (Sarah gave me a tip that they were only $2. They're amazing.)

I got home and here I am, talking to you.

Oh yes, I have one more thing to report on the Linda drama. Lunch is a time for gossip at my table. Linda and Lily were bashing a lot of people in our marching band. Then they started to branch out a little. Linda said that she didn't like the brown-haired secretary in the office because she didn't know her name. "Yeah, I've been going here for three years now and she doesn't know my name. And I'm like, really important."

HONESTLY?

REALLY?

I can't stand when people are haughty like that!

I couldn't believe she actually said that.

When they started bashing the drum majors, I got up and left the table. I went to the bathroom for the remaining 10 or so minutes of the lunch period. I'm disgusted with the gossip. I'm tired of listening to it. I no longer talk very much during lunch because I can't stand it.

Question of the Week: What's better, a sunset or sunrise?

Have a great week.

I am single because I have enough personality for five busloads of homeless people.

Hello everyone! It is once again Sunday! I don't think this blog post will be angsty. At least, I hope not. Anyhoo. Are you ready? Here we go!

I left off last week telling you that I had to go to a clinic picnic. I went and I basically just sat by the pond and stared off into space. Yep, that's me. Anti-social.

Monday was costume day for school. Dani, Ashley, I were dressed in togas. I must say, we looked magnificent. I couldn't believe it when I walked into the school and there only around 20 to 30 people that dressed up. C'mon! It's COSTUME DAY. Why the heck wouldn't you dress up? It's all for fun.

I was disgusted when it came to the choosing of the Homecoming Court. Some of the girls that were on the court had been arrested twice. Yes, not once, but TWICE. Yes, that just goes to show how much everyone values intelligence these days.

Tuesday was hick day. I really didn't feel like dressing up as one. I'm from Iowa. Sometimes it's hard to tell who actually dresses up. Just sayin'.

That night I had a dream that I had to take my fingers off for some reason. I carefully stored them away for awhile. When I took them out of the container I had put them in, I was horrified to see that they had turned black. I desperately tried to reattach them, but it was no use. I went and visited some random god with curly, gray hair. He agreed to fix them as the world flooded around me. Then he said that we should have lunch.

Yes. My dreams are fascinating. I've heard that some people have dreams where they're getting married to someone they don't know or dreams about a test. You know, normal stuff. Who honestly chops off their fingers or experiences wars and battles? Jeez, Bethany, you're a weirdo. (I wouldn't trade my dreams for anything.)

Wednesday was 80's day. I wore tight, blue spandex pants to school, leg warmers, and a Member's Only jacket. All day long people complimented my pants and my butt. (A small section of the band got to play for the governer. Most of us were decked out in 80's clothes. It was great. Some middle-aged ladies were pointing out our costumes while we played.)

When play practice was over, I walked out to my car in the parking lot to find it had been painted with car paint. On the back of Amelia read: B. LARSON: HOMECOMING '09. All of the cars in the parking lot, except Ashley's, had car paint on them. Mine was the only one with a name. Yes, I felt very special. (I think it's hilarious that Frances, Ashley's car, was left out. At least she doesn't have to wash off her car now that homecoming is over.)

During P.E. on Thursday, we played dodgeball. That means I stood with my arms across my chest with my finger nails digging into my skin as I panicked. I hate dodgeball with a passion. The guys in my class throw really hard and it's SCARY. I sweat more from fear than physical activity.

It was also Nerd day. Dorian went through my closet and wore my clothes that day. I wore my Boba Fett shirt and carried my wand and Pokemon gameboy case around. I also had high waisted shorts and argyle socks. The thing is, I actually wear this stuff normally. Yeah...it was fun though.

Friday was SPIRIT DAY. I just wore a tiny bit of orange and black. The assembly wasn't much fun. People were booing because of the middle schoolers being at the park as well as the high schoolers. Oh well. Whatever. They didn't distract us or anything, so I'm not bothered.

That evening I marched around the football field in marching band, then went home.

I cleaned Saturday because my mom had some friends over.

Today I went to church. After church we went to Applebee's in Ottumwa because my mom's birthday was the 24th. We then went shopping for a bit afterward. Yeah, today was a pretty good day.

I've been working on some homework, and I have to say, I'm very pleased that I take random pictures. I managed to find several to fit the homework assignment in Bio 2.

More on the Linda drama: I've given her some rides home now. She needs some help, I guess, and I'll help her out. We're being civil and stuff, and I think she thinks we're on the road to recovery. I suppose that may be right..., but, I dunno if we'll ever be true friends again.

I'm scared that she'll blow up on me.

I'm also tired of her making fun of people at the lunch table. I stood up to her a couple of days ago.

Linda was sitting at the table when she looked over at, let's call her Lily, and exclaimed, "I HATE FAT PEOPLE. They're so slow!"

Lily agreed and they began discussing a girl that I know who is obese and has greasy hair. Linda tossed her hair back from her face and spoke disparagingly, "Yeah, she needs to take a shower."

I looked up from my tray, "Maybe, but she's really nice."

Linda and Lily stopped talking and looked at me. Linda's lips curled up in a smirk, "Really Beth? Really?"

I didn't back down this time, "Yeah. She's nice."

Then Linda started talking about another girl that I have a lot of respect for, "Yeah, I'm sure she's nice, but she's really, really bad at marching."

She glanced at me and I spoke up, "Marching band really doesn't matter in the big scheme of things."

They stopped talking about people shortly after that.

Yes, that's all I have to say about the Linda drama.

Even though I'm female, I would like to use the term "growing a pair", to describe myself at this moment.

Question of the Week: What's your favorite time of day? (Evening, morning, noon, etc.)

Have a great week.